He didn't live long though, but his cronies did. He owned a Harley Davidson dealership back in Canada. He was on a scissor lift taking him to the top of the building and fell 20 feet. Everyone was wondering why the owner was even in the scissor lift, and if he had help in exiting the scissor lift without the building being under him. This happened immediately after he got his money out. Tings dat make you go hmmmm.

I'm sorry. I apologise. I broke the cardinal rule. I shall never do it again. I did a dastardly deed. I told the truth to those who are unworthy of it, and cannot accept it.

I threw a stone into a pack of potcakes, and we all see who howls.

Of course it takes two to tango in reproduction. But the simple matter of fact is that if two people engage in an act, and that act has different consequences for each person, do you not think that the responsibility of dealing with the consequences is incumbent upon those who the consequences impact the most? I'm not misogynistic -- not by a long shot. The sex act is not equal.

It is like the pig and the chicken walking down the street. A man sees them both, and says "Aha, there is the source my favourite breakfast -- ham and eggs". The pig just runs off, and the chicken just strolls on by. After an hour, the chicken catches up to the pig. She asks the pig why he ran off. The pig says "Did you hear it? He likes ham and eggs! For you, his breakfast is just a contribution. For me, it's a commitment!". Sex and procreation, unfortunately is the same when it comes to men and women.

I think that anyone who doubts that these children were in a gang, are naive and willfully blind. Gang participation is coming at a younger and younger age, and it is as a result of the fraying of the socio-economic fabric -- single mothers, kids having kids, poverty, marginalisation, no prospects, etc.

There are several generations of people who need to be re-socialised, and I think that the job is impossible. It is impossible to remediate several generations of damaged human capital.

And when God, who created the entire universe with all of it's mysteries, glory, and complexity, chooses to deliver a message to all of humanity, He will NOT choose some huckster with a bad haircut, a cheesy expensive suit, and a Rolex to be the vessel of His holy word.

I think that it is true that the number houses are the only businesses growing here. Unfortunately I cannot look up to see their deposits or even estimate, as I am a wealth manager who is transitioning to securities and commodities trading. Our book of business for wealth management is stagnant and deteriorating, and if I did not take this re-training, I would be out of a job. As it is, this career change is a ticket off the island, and within a few months, I will be a Bahamian expat working on the trading desk in an international venue. If the election bell is not rung soon, there is a chance that I will miss voting.

As an investment though (a long term investment) I may buy a property or two on Grand Bahama. It could go either way -- I could have a piece of property in a ghost town, not worth what I paid for it, or maybe the entire Bahamian economy will collapse and something new will rise like a phoenix out of the ashes, and my land will be worth something. I like Grand Bahama a lot!

What I do know, is that I play golf with clients on PI. Craig Flowers house off the 6th hole of the golf course is the biggest house there. There are usually nubile women sitting on the expensive patio furniture, sipping on drinks, living la dolce vita. If the ordinary Bahamians could see the Caligua-like bacchanalian opulence of Craig Flowers, there would be an uprising in the streets.

I used to frequent a drinking hole nearly opposite St. Agnes church that is closed now and Craig Flowers would march in occasionally (as would Hubigetty the odd time). The junglisses would cosy up to him, and he would slip C notes into their brassieres.

Let me tell you a fairy tale. None of this is true. I just made this story up. There was a Canadian guy who was a telephone employee of a Canadian province. He found an easier way to make money. He put up dishes, "intercepted" a cable signal and sold it to the remote towns and villages. Made some money. He looks to spread further afield and find some suckers.

Creates a company on the stock exchange. Names it after a famous man's sartorial product. With this as bona fides, he approaches a small Caribbean country, and offers his expertise to wire the country with cable connectivity. Of course he reneges to completely wire the country but nobody gives a damn. With the government's blessing and financing, it becomes a going concern. Change of government. Names local people to the board to hush tings up. There really een no really big money in operating in a small Caribbean country. Have to find a way to fleece the country and get money out in American dollars. He delists and takes private the holding company -- with OPM (other peoples money) of course. Guess from where.

Now that there is no SEC oversight, let the games begin. Its a story of how to get a half a billion dollars out. But you can't get the money directly from this small Caribbean country. You need to convert their dollars to a hard currency. The plan is brilliant.

You buy some really small companies who offer the same sort of services in USA. You pay dick-all for them and obscure the beneficial ownership. You valuate them into the stratosphere, beyond the junk valuation that they really are. Then you do some playing acting. You make a public bid for these companies to "expand your reach" and "go global" beyond the borders of the small Caribbean county. You overpay several hundred million bucks for these small American entities. And you saddle the original company, in the Caribbean country with the debt. It is brilliant. You have bought two cheap companies for next to zilch. You put some lipstick on the pig. Sold them for inflated values to another company that you control in the Caribbean. And you have profited several hundreds of millions of dollars. Slick. Wish I thought of it.

I made this story up.

Whatever Freeport is, it is not working. It is supposed to be an economic development zone -- it is more like a stagnation zone. The Hawksbill Treaty has done nothing for the Bahamas. It built a modern city infrastructure 40 years ago, and now it is in decay.

Wallace Groves was a criminal, and he built Freeport as a private business haven for himself and his cronies.

While I am all for the creation of economic zones, this particular one is an abject failure. Instead of actively developing business, the Port Authority is merely a shop clerk, ready to collect exorbitant fees for non-services. There has been no significant re-investment into Freeport. Even the shipyards are not being utilised to proper capacity. The root cause is both the Port Authority and Hutchison Whampoa. But the answer is not to give Freeport back to the useless government. If there was a way to get new owners and/or new business development policies, it could be made into something good for the Bahamas. Unfortunately no one has the vision or the will to revitalise it.

The state of the country is so dire, that I for one, do not see the need or use for balloons, cheerleading, slogans, songs and the stupid "Roc wid Doc" tee shirts. This is serious business. We are in dire straits, and there een nuttin' to celebrate.

Maybe its just me, but if I were the leader of the FNM or PLP, I would stand up with a powerpoint presentation and show exactly what policies that I would enact to fix the country. I would show the decision trees, the risk factors, the Plan B's in case ting 'n tings happen and then invited criticism and critique of what I was proposing.

But I think that on average, Bahamians do not understand those nuances, and would think that my approach would be boring and have no sizzle. Thanks to the PLP and their education policies, we have perhaps the dumbest electorate in North America. The very fact that we still have people who subscribe to the PLP notion, means that we have a massive population of thick, doltish, simpleminded, moronic, stupified people who need exactly one more brain cell to keep them crapping at will where ever they are -- even while eating, like the surrey horses. As long as we have that rampant brainless stupidity wild in the population, there is no hope for advancement.

The retarded PLP mental pygmies don't need Jesus. They need new brains.

Speaking of ducking Jehovah Witnesses at the door -- I don't. I invite them in to debate. They usually leave crying or asking me for a drink -- the stronger the better.

My favourite talking point: The JW believe that only 144,000 of the just will be raptured. There are currently over 8.3 million adherents worldwide. That's less than a 2% chance of being raptured as the chosen ones. Obviously they haven't done the math, and it stuns them. They gladly accept a bit of sky juice to digest this fact.

Now it makes sense to my why Munroe, the ethically-challenged Johnny-come-lately, ex-DNA got the nod over Frank Smith. He is Crisco Butt's attorney to shield the public from Crisco Butt selling himself to Nygard.